Lyrics
When Scoochie defeated the Nymphomancer
With some elite smut
He'd been promised a captain to take him
Across the Fjart Sound to the Isle of Style
But the captain turned out to be
A small boy named Ty Dewie
Who farted into the sail of his little boat with such consistent force
It zipped across the water like the legend of Zelda, Windbreaker
People keep saying, like, oh man
You're the chosen one because you got the farts
I'm like, are you kidding me?
I'm Ty Dewie. I'm five
I can't even, not allowed to play tackle football
Ty Dewie talked constantly
Scoochie didn't interrupt
Because he thought it might be
Part of the method to keep consistently farting
Besides, I gotta save my mom. She got locked up by King Stink
She's French. She goes, hi, Ty Dewie
I'm like, hi, I'm Ty Dewie. You're my mom, and I love you every time
As Ty Dewie chattered on
They pulled into the harbor of the freshest place on Areas
The Isle of Style
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